Life can be a fat lady, she walks all over you and crushes you so easily into so many pieces.
There's no longer any feelings that you can keep up with, and the time just walks past you.
Ignoring the fact that your still alive,
still your heart want's to scream
and have the urge to survive yet another day. Who am i to say, there's still some hope left.
With no experience at all.
But i've seen the breakdowns so many times, i've had the time to count all those tears,
all those years, those years were spent in agony. What to do, to make it all better.
To make it all... Again.